It’s this phenomena which prevents me from ever knowing if my love for the occult, Horror films and all things macabre is nature or nurture. Did I exit the womb with a simple, congenital passion for the details of serial murders or did it all just arise from an embarrassingly Freudian repression of, and obsession with, that which my mother Fears?

Sometimes, late at night he would lean between his bike and the brick wall of a coffee shop near the pier. Listening to the passing conversations of who he came to know as thugs working for a guy named Falcone, he wondered if the OC existed anywhere else but in his mind.

Hoping that in some way he’ll understand that what I mean to say is, “when you made this TV show did you even watch any of the movies or did your friend’s kid’s friend just tell you about that time he watched Scream 2, edited for television, at his cousin’s house?”.

Right off the bat I'm losing track of reality because I'm watching a show that feels like a reality show, film the behind the scenes of people shooting a reality show and sitcom and then talk about how annoyed they are about reality shows and sitcoms. It's unsettling, and it turns out, all this time off the set of Friends has seen Kudrow honing her ability to make you want to peel your face off.